The battalion commander allowed the playground flag to hang a triangular green flag for a week, and green was the color of the flag of the third class, which was a very proud thing for the fourth class.

Wang Feng was very envious of the fourth class and the kid who changed his gun, because of his outstanding performance, he had the largest number of "kills", so he was trained by Platoon Commander Zhang:

He has endless lean meat to eat every day, and as long as he doesn't eat enough, he can swallow at least four pieces of pork meat for lunch, which is twice as much as the top three in the class and four times as many as the top 30.

A year later, it was inevitable that the kid would be physically strong, definitely stronger than Hanway.

Following.

Before the horn sounded, Wang Feng got up.

You have to work hard to succeed, others get up at 6:20, and you get up at 5:30!

After tidying up the housekeeping, after washing, go out for morning exercises, physical training, just to become stronger!

Becoming stronger is not only to surpass Hanwei and Hanji, but more importantly, to protect the family and defend the country! Protect the people! As a soldier, how can you protect the country without a strong physique and a tenacious will?

Before dawn, a tall and thin figure moved around the playground.

The beginning of winter is approaching, the dawn is very late, the morning exercise should not be overtrained, after running five laps on the playground of the sub-base, the queue training will begin, and the password and action are completed by themselves.

"Turn left!"

Give a quick order, and when the word "turn" is shouted, turn quickly, and quickly lean on your feet.

"Tsk, you turn left, turn like a piece of!"

The voice came, and with the voice, it was Platoon Commander Zhang, who was wearing an overcoat.

Wang Feng roared: "Good platoon commander! ”

Platoon Commander Zhang grabbed Wang Feng's ice hand that was about to salute, and said in a deep voice:

"Don't get over well, I'm your superior in the queue, but after coming down, we are just ordinary teacher-student relationships, and there is no need to be so official."

Zhang Liansheng sighed in his heart:

"Wang Feng is a good seedling, and the whole army is the earliest and hardest in terms of his rise, compared with my loser...... Alas. ”

"Come, I'll teach you the queue."

"Yes!"

Wang Feng is very happy to be able to meet Platoon Commander Zhang in this life, and he is very lucky.

In the wide playground, two figures moved neatly on the edge of the runway, and it was not until half an hour later that the trumpets of the troops sounded to get up.

Wang Feng learned very quickly, memorized the queue rules clearly, his eyes, body angles, the height of his legs, and used muscle memory to do better and more perfectly.

Breakfast was a steamed bun and a cup of soy milk, the steamed bun was very hard and the soy milk was very light, but Wang Feng ate it very fragrantly.

According to the usual practice, on Wednesday morning, Wang Feng came to the shooting range early for shooting training and rushed to clean up with the staff.

Disassembling and assembling the pistol is the first step for Wang Feng to learn, and he must load the pistol before he can shoot.

Wang Feng took the parts of a Taisho 14-year-old pistol, and the gun he faced in the first ring of the last field competition was the same as this guy.

"Click! …… Syllable! ”

Wang Feng slapped the assembled gun on the table as quickly as possible, suddenly raised his head, looked at the wall clock, panted, and couldn't help but be a little disappointed:

"It took three minutes...... In the first part of the competition, if I had finished assembling the gun, it would have been beaten into a sieve! ”

An old man in plainclothes walked over slowly with tea, he glanced at Wang Feng, who was still diligent in cleaning the shooting range just now, took a sip of tea, and said lightly:

"I despise the Ba Box the most."

Wang Feng followed the prestige, and the old man was thinner and had a slightly hunched back.

He is the administrator of the shooting range, and he has just praised Wang Feng for his work of cleaning the shooting range that Wang Feng has robbed him of to do.

Ignoring him, he continued to feel the fourteen-year style in his hand, raising his gun and aiming at a distant target.

When there is no group training, you can't distribute bullets alone, at most you can practice assembling firearms, and you can go to the shooting range on your own during the free time in the afternoon, and if you want bullets, you have to arrange shooting in your class.

The old man in plainclothes took a sip of the hot tea, made a "whoosh" sound, and continued:

"Although I despise it, I have to say that the Wang Ba box is very practical."

Wang Feng knew that there were many firearms represented by the Wang Ba box, such as the 54 type, the 7.63mm Mauser barge gun, and the Taisho 14th year type, commonly known as the box used by Wang Ba.

The one that most deserves the title of Wang Ba Box is the 14-year style - the pistol used by the Japanese army to invade China at that time.

The old man's words caught Wang Feng's attention, and he seemed to know how to shoot guns.

On the way to study, you have to humbly ask for advice on everything, Wang Feng is diligent, nodding his head, and asking the old man in plainclothes to teach him more.

When it comes to firearms, plainclothes old men are extremely proficient.

After knowing this, Wang Feng held the old man in plainclothes in his hand and offered it as a treasure.

Zhong Qiansen is also happy to instill the essence of his life in Wang Feng, anyway, it is still early, and I haven't seen a few diligent students who are willing to finish eating quickly and then run to the shooting range to study.

At the beginning of a good day, the spirit is always the strongest, and Wang Feng wants to use the Wang Ba box proficiently.

Zhong Qiansen rubbed his slightly thin chin and recalled:

"When shooting at the target, you must draw the gun quickly, on the battlefield, there is simply not enough time for you to prepare, when it is time to shoot, you have to shoot! The index finger is placed along the direction of the barrel, and the grip of the Wang Ba box and the axis of the barrel are at one hundred and twenty degrees, just to facilitate the rapid drawing of the gun and shooting! That's it! ……”

Wang Feng carefully wrote down any words of the old man, squinted and raised the gun to aim at the target, the movements were the most standard, and the position of the fingers was fixed by using muscle memory.

Then the old man inserted the Wang Ba box into his belt, and began to time, he quickly pulled out the gun, "bang", the muzzle smoke was not finished, the old man had already inserted the gun back into the belt, the whole process was only 0.4 seconds.

"Nine Rings?!"

Wang Feng roared, his eyes widened, why is the old man sacred? In addition to the super high hit rate, the speed of the gun is so fast that you can't even see his hand!

"Hehe, the strength has dropped."

Zhong Qiansen smiled bitterly in his heart, the "sharpshooter Qiansen" who used to wear through the Yang in a hundred steps and hit devils with a hundred shots no longer exists.

"Teacher, shall I try?"

Wang Feng is ready to move, feeling that he can hit ten rings!

Zhong Qiansen waved his hand: "No, the training time stipulated by the army has not yet arrived, so let's take a look at my gun!" Haha my forte. ”

“……”

Wang Feng couldn't shoot, he was a little disappointed, shooting with live ammunition, the recoil was two or three times greater than that of empty cartridges, and he had never experienced it in his life!

I was a little speechless, how do I feel that the old man in plainclothes is not here to teach himself, but to show off?

But it's also good that when he shows off and explains, he can learn a lot of knowledge.

Wang Ba dismantled it, three large parts, six small parts, and the old man in plainclothes arranged the parts neatly.

Wang Feng was ready to watch a good show, not expecting an old man's hands and feet to be fast, and thought: No matter how neatly it is placed, the speed of the gun assembly is slow, and it is not a pewter.

Zhong Qiansen actually found an eye patch, covered his eyes, and gently touched the parts on the table with both hands.

Wang Feng opened his mouth wide, and this kind of operation? The first time I saw a blindfolded gun!

The old man crackled for a while, but his head was always held high, he didn't peek at the location of the parts at all, and his hands were so fast that he couldn't see his thin fingers at all.

With a final "snap", he slapped his pistol on the table, took off his blindfold, and asked casually:

"How long?"

Wang Feng looked up at the wall clock, couldn't believe his eyes, swallowed his saliva, and said in a trembling voice:

"Twelve Seconds ......"

If you can assemble the guns in your hands in 12 seconds in the first part of the field competition, you can at least eliminate 20 fighters in your own hands!

"Tsk... Slow. ”

The plainclothes old man sighed, shook his head, his slightly thin face was full of disappointment, and turned to leave, leaving Wang Feng, who was as stunned as a statue, standing there, motionless.